The Creator’s Iron

When the men crucified Jesus, they used his iron.

They slapped and beat and whipped and mocked the one who knit them in their mother’s womb. They dragged him and that rugged cross through the sand whose count has never erred in the mind of God. The beauty and the terror of this thought, if God did not restrain our senses, would mute the universe in astonishment. The Eternal Son took on flesh and entered the world he created. He then lived a perfect life and died the death his people deserved, on their behalf.

And he went willingly to the tree he had made; he went willingly, his Father to obey.

Our Lord knows every molecule in this universe, every soul in the cosmos, and is commanding all of these towards a glorious, majestic end.

“See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
or thorns compose so rich a crown?”